Well when I picked up Al today from Brownies, she was holding her left hand in a fist and there was a Band-Aid on her wrist. Apparently she was stung by a bee. She says she can't open her left hand all the way.
Tonight is her piano recital.
She and I had a good laugh because last week in the car down to Disney World, she and I had a discussion about stings. She'd asked me what I've been stung by (a bee--while roller skating I fell down directly onto one, and a wasp who didn't take too kindly to my Love's Baby Soft) and then she said, "I've NEVER been stung by anything" and therefore sealing her stinging fate.
I love a girl who can get stung and laugh about it.
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